I'm going to be Tilda's painting buddy while she continue to redo our kitchen cabinets. I am not allowed to paint thing but I move stuff around and install things as needed.
That and I'm looking forward to drinking some nice wine. I made a deal with myself that I would stop drinking prolific amounts of cheap wine 7 days a week and would only drink nice wine on weekends.
A spintria (plural, spintriae) is a small bronze or brass Roman token, possibly for use in brothels, although none of the literature on the spintriae contains any evidence to support this assertion. The tokens usually depict on the obverse a motif of sexual acts or symbols and a numeral in the range I - XVI on the reverse. Later called spintriae (from a Greek slang word referring to male prostitutes), they were stamped on one side with depictions of a variety of sex acts and on the other with numbers from 1 to 16. And not one contemporary record mentions them or explains what they were used for.
I've permanently deleted my facebook account. Could you please send me a private message through crappity with your email, if you don't mind, just in case crappity goes down and I need to talk to one of youse?
Even if I'm winding down my social media activity, I want to stay in touch 'cause, you know, I love you youse guys. Talking to youse actually does me good.
I commend your decision to unfriend Facebook. I unfriended the dating sites I was spending time on. My most recent horrible depression seems to have coincided with getting on those sites. I’ve inexplicably started pining over my ex whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in more than 2 years. Starting every morning and continuing all day until I fall asleep, I’ve been beating myself up over all the mistakes I made during our marriage and also getting really angry at her for leaving me. It’s a complete waste of mental energy, but I can’t control it. It’s quite hellish.
I've hurt Facebooks feefees: I received a couple of emails asking if I was absolutely, positively, completely sure I wanted to terminate facebook with extreme prejudice, and that I should think about it and that there was still time.
We wound up bailing on the painting. Found out her sister's kids (who were coming to help) just started in-person school and we got cold feet. We're going to go later this week and finish up whatever rooms didn't get done.
It's tricky right now, figuring out what you can do. We were going to go berry picking a few weeks back with friends we hadn't seen in a year and then saw their FB was full of COVID-is-fake/distancing-isn't-needed memes and we had to nope out.
That makes them sound awful, but they're very sweet people. Like family. And they're not Trumpers, they're more GMO's and flouride will kill us all conspiracy people.
Yes. Her sister's a nurse, so I trust that she's been keeping them clean, but a large high school is just way too many points of contact for us to stomach.
DKDC, where Scott had been a bartender, recently reopened as a New York style deli (take-out only) so I went by and got a reuben and talked to Scott briefly. Then as I was leaving Stivers was walking up with his cousin who is a local food critic. So I talked to them for a bit too. And that's about the most excitement I've had in a while.
Something must have changed... They listed the job this morning after all and the manager reached out to make sure I knew and applied. Maybe I will get good news soon.
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We're heading up to rural ass PA to paint S___'s dad's house. Don't mind the work at all, but the 8 hour roundtrip drive sucks a bit.
That and I'm looking forward to drinking some nice wine. I made a deal with myself that I would stop drinking prolific amounts of cheap wine 7 days a week and would only drink nice wine on weekends.
Even if I'm winding down my social media activity, I want to stay in touch 'cause, you know, I love you youse guys. Talking to youse actually does me good.
I unfriended the dating sites I was spending time on. My most recent horrible depression seems to have coincided with getting on those sites. I’ve inexplicably started pining over my ex whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in more than 2 years. Starting every morning and continuing all day until I fall asleep, I’ve been beating myself up over all the mistakes I made during our marriage and also getting really angry at her for leaving me. It’s a complete waste of mental energy, but I can’t control it. It’s quite hellish.
They really don't want me to go. I wonder why?
It's tricky right now, figuring out what you can do. We were going to go berry picking a few weeks back with friends we hadn't seen in a year and then saw their FB was full of COVID-is-fake/distancing-isn't-needed memes and we had to nope out.
That makes them sound awful, but they're very sweet people. Like family. And they're not Trumpers, they're more GMO's and flouride will kill us all conspiracy people.
That doesn't make them sound much better I guess.
Spoke to the fancy job and I'm... still waiting. Job won't post for two to three weeks. They're just keeping in touch.BUT... This other job would still be better. And it'd be nicer getting to ride out the clock in September.
Good problems to have in 2020, I know.
Wednesday.Shit. Tuesday.